That The Night Come
by William Butler Yeats

She lived in storm and strife, Her soul had such desire For what proud death may bring That it could not endure The common good of life, But lived as twere a king That packed his marriage day With banneret and pennon, Trumpet and kettledrum, And the outrageous cannon, To bundle time away That the night come.
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